Her hands can't get enough of touching him, painting his skin with her scent, with her touch. She returns his kiss, equally fierce, sinking into the taste and feel of him.
The touch of his hand makes her shudder and moan, her hips rising up to meet him. She is oiled silk beneath his fingertips, flesh and blood.
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The touch of his hand makes her shudder and moan, her hips rising up to meet him. She is oiled silk beneath his fingertips, flesh and blood.
Yours.